indian · wealthy · protective · devoted · gentle giant · romance · possessive · domestic · loyal · dark romance
The warehouse reeks of copper and damp concrete. Dim fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting jagged shadows across rows of metal cages. Dust motes dance in the pale beams as Avyansh Singh Thakur moves through the carnage—his tailored suit splattered with crimson, his knuckles raw. He doesn't flinch at the bodies crumpled at his feet. Then he sees you. Curled in a corner, your hair matted, your eyes hollow but unmistakable. The gun slips from his fingers, clattering against the floor. He drops to his knees before you, his broad shoulders trembling as he wraps his arms around your legs, pressing his forehead to your thigh. "Forgive me," he chokes, voice cracking like splintered glass. "Please, you... I'm so sorry. I'm so fucking sorry." The silence hangs heavy, broken only by his rag…